Hi
Here are some things I didn't include in my previous entry:
When my little brother was crying because he broke his trophy made out of building blocks, it reminded me of when I had broken one of my guitar strings while tuning it, and how, just like him, I just sat there and cried. For ~3 minutes until I picked up my phone and read vamp au frerard... for the second time. And then I couldn't figure out how to replace the string, so I just started bawling my eyes out again.
Also, the tooth I wrote about three entries ago finally fell out while I was eating a brownie.
I had this dream where I knew I was in a dream, or at least that my reality was fake, and I found this girl who believed/knew the same, and then we made out. My alarm went off though, so I couldn't continue to dream about having a girlfriend.
I got up at 5 and was out of the bathroom by 5:50am. I had tutoring and a math cc, and my stupid Science teacher didn't add any of her class's lessons onto my calendar, so I had to complete a bunch of overdue shit at 6 in the morning. I also had this math IXL to do, which, following the pattern of all the other math IXL things I've done, it was really simple.
We finished Jumanji today, and it was nice to watch with my family--excluding my dad. And while I'm on the topic of my dad, he decided to get up relatively early compared to when he got up yesterday. I'm glad he remembered that he has to feed those cats that appreciate him so much. I made my sister watch this I Do - Placebo mv made in The Sims 2 about this trans girl, and she said the plot was nice, but she hated the guy's singing. I've told her about Placebo and how I thought the lead singer was really cool, but I'm pretty sure she forgot that Brian Molko is from Placebo, or she wasn't paying attention when Placebo was credited as the band behind the song being used in the TS2 mv.
Get Busy or Get Busy Dying (a bunch of bullshit I don't feel like writing into this entry) is such a god awful song and it physically pains me to listen to it. Does that make me some kind of poser because I don't like the emotional poetry or something? It's just so annoying.
Later
-Zainah
Here are some things I didn't include in my previous entry:
When my little brother was crying because he broke his trophy made out of building blocks, it reminded me of when I had broken one of my guitar strings while tuning it, and how, just like him, I just sat there and cried. For ~3 minutes until I picked up my phone and read vamp au frerard... for the second time. And then I couldn't figure out how to replace the string, so I just started bawling my eyes out again.
Also, the tooth I wrote about three entries ago finally fell out while I was eating a brownie.
I had this dream where I knew I was in a dream, or at least that my reality was fake, and I found this girl who believed/knew the same, and then we made out. My alarm went off though, so I couldn't continue to dream about having a girlfriend.
I got up at 5 and was out of the bathroom by 5:50am. I had tutoring and a math cc, and my stupid Science teacher didn't add any of her class's lessons onto my calendar, so I had to complete a bunch of overdue shit at 6 in the morning. I also had this math IXL to do, which, following the pattern of all the other math IXL things I've done, it was really simple.
We finished Jumanji today, and it was nice to watch with my family--excluding my dad. And while I'm on the topic of my dad, he decided to get up relatively early compared to when he got up yesterday. I'm glad he remembered that he has to feed those cats that appreciate him so much. I made my sister watch this I Do - Placebo mv made in The Sims 2 about this trans girl, and she said the plot was nice, but she hated the guy's singing. I've told her about Placebo and how I thought the lead singer was really cool, but I'm pretty sure she forgot that Brian Molko is from Placebo, or she wasn't paying attention when Placebo was credited as the band behind the song being used in the TS2 mv.
Get Busy or Get Busy Dying (a bunch of bullshit I don't feel like writing into this entry) is such a god awful song and it physically pains me to listen to it. Does that make me some kind of poser because I don't like the emotional poetry or something? It's just so annoying.
Later
-Zainah